Morning Breeze // Open.

[MIRABELLA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 1089 ( TAGGED ) OPEN ( STATUS ) COMPLETE "Look at that dress!" "Oh, it's absolutely stunning. Look at the jewels on the hem. My maid never seems to get the jewels right on my gown, I should have mother bring her down here to look at these." "Oh yes! You'd look positively beautiful in that at the Charles Dinner tomorrow." "Wouldn't I?" Giggles filled the small stretch of street that Mira happened to occupy. Across the street she stared at the some what empty windows of her father's shop and sighed in disappointment. Though they were living rather well now, it still seemed as though they went without. Sure, Mira didn't have any fancy dresses, or large jewels to hang from different sections of her dress or face, not that she needed anything that extravagent, but still, it'd be nice if her father could have a new suit to wear into work occasionally. Really impress the men who came to him to have their pocket watches fixed, and their trinkets cleaned. She took a moment to glance at the girls, one was brunette in a simple white gown perfect for outdoor adventures, and the other was a blonde, wearing something a bit more fancy, as though she hadn't expected to go outside today. Mira then turned her attentions to her own garments. A brown and purple dress filled with gray and dark green patches here and there from tears and rips. It was loose fitting, but it didn't require several layers to keep her warm, and it may have showed off her lack of wealth, but it was the nicest thing she had to wear, and it didn't clash with her long blonde hair. "I simply must have this dress, the green will bring out the color in my eyes." Mira couldn't help but roll her eyes. Spoiled, rich girls and their dresses. Perhaps it was more jealousy then anything that made Mira bitter, but regardless, she was here to do a job. "Oh dear no! That dress is far too dark for you. It would simply drown you out, blend you into the crowd, no one would notice you." Mira made sure to look at the dress disgustedly, before returning to the young brunette standing next to her. She frowned for a moment, realizing she was shorter then the stranger and her friend, but quickly set in a smile. "Come. I know the perfect dress for you!" Mira gently took the brunette's hand, guiding her to the edge of the sidewalk toward her father's store. Before she got more then a few steps the hand was ripped from hers by the stranger's friend. "I don't think so. This dress is perfectly fine for out dear Anna." She smiled at Mira, but she could tell it was one of those smiles that rich people planted on their faces when they wanted the poor to think they actually cared. Mira only copied the smile, refusing to allow dear Anna to follow the nitwit at her side. "I insist. Green would do you no justice. Yellow is what you need! Your hair is too dark for green, much to pretty to be smothered by such an obnoxious color" Mira managed to free Anna's hands from her friend, and had gotten her halfway across the street before the other caught up to them. Anna seemed amused, if not a bit confused as to what was happening to her. "Please, leave us alone. We're perfectly capable of finding out own dresses." She seemed a bit out of breath, Mira smiled to herself, must be so hard to run about in those pointy, little shoes, eh?

[/color] Keeping Anna just out of her friend's reach, Mirabella managed to get them through the front door of her father's shop and quickly over to where he hung the few dresses he had for sale.

"Now look, it's the same style as the one across the street, but the color is much more perferable to your skin tone. And it would bring out the color in your ha-"

"Oooh! You little miscreant! We do not want to be inside of your filthy little store! Where did you get all these things? Steal them from other honest, hardworking people?" There was the friendly Londoner her father promised. Always so quick to judge a gypsy by those who had no right to claim themselves as such.

"I assure you madam, nothing in here is stolen. We're hardworking people ourselves, we don't want for anything either!" Mira hoped her father wasn't in the shop at the moment, to hear the words this little... Woman had to say about his shop would wound him. "I also don't appreciate your tone! I'm simply trying to help your friend not make a horrid mistake in her choice of dress!"

"Sure you are!" Anna's friend grabbed the bewildered woman's hand and pulled her towards the door. "I'll make sure the proper authorities hear about this! I'll have this shop investigated! You'll be shut down within the week!" She continued to yell, dragging Anna along side her, all the way down the street, and even to the next block.

"I doubt you'd be able to tell the guards what hard work is, you... you, arrgh!" The hair on the back of Mira's neck were bristling. How dare she bring about the ruin of her father's shop, if she even went to the Queen's Guard. And a small part of her was annoyed that she couldn't think of a decent name to call the wench. "Wench! Ugh, why didn't I think of that before?" She grumbled to herself, picking up a few odds and ends that had toppled over in the other girl's leaving, and closing the door behind her.

"Because you knew your father would not approve of your dealings, and language." Her father stood behind the counter, reading the paper as he did every morning. Mira glanced up at him, knowing that he had heard everything the girl had said and hoping he didn't take any of it personally.

"Papa, I-" He held up his hand. His own way of showing she needn't speak now, just clean. She sighed, not wishing to anger him any farther. Behind her the door to the shop opened and a slight breeze whipped it's way through the store.

"Welcome!" Her father's voice boomed towards the door, Mirabella bowed slightly, moving out of the way of the customer and making her way behind the counter to ready herself for whatever her father needed. Askewed golden hair and all.[/div]

anyone is welcome to join! :3

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[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]1065 WORDS FOR MIRABELLA i hope you don't mind callum butting in :3 DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Several good hours had passed after they had docked in London and it had been several lousy hours of getting to watch the captain of the ship- a Miss Katarina Pellan, who was also a close friend of Callum’s- go through treasures that they had managed to accumulate a few nights past. Usually things got split once the ship had been put into port so that everyone could go and spend what they had made in the cities. More than often it was used up on booze and ladies who could handle the likes of these men. Callum was more accustom to using his share for drinks and something to eat other than stale bread and terribly salted meat. However, he found himself very much in trouble this day. Katarina often liked to make his life as complicated as she possibly could but he felt completely cheated today. A scowl had been planted on his face all the morning while Callum carried several folded dresses and robes in the crook of his arm. Nobody paid him any mind at all but he felt like he had every single eye on him. He felt an embarrassed lump welling up in his throat while he clutched the fine garments to his side. They were fine garments that he never had any interest in getting his hands on. It had been his wonderful captain who had pointed out that he could sell them or trade them for whatever it was that he actually wanted. Apparently she already had enough pretty things lying around her cabin to care about these. Or, more than likely, she just wanted to make Callum put in more effort than he should have just to go to a tavern and eat something that wouldn’t rip his throat to shreds on the way down. No matter the case, he was already well on his way into looking to find someone who would be willing to do what his captain had suggested to him. However, he had already been turned away a few times followed by outbursts of how he must have been a thief to have those things in his hands. Whenever he was accused of such things Callum merely glared and shot accusations right back at the timid shop owners or random ladies on the streets. Honestly, he was probably really horrible at convincing anyone that he had got the things fairly. Despite having his own nicer clothes Callum rarely took the time to wear them. He realized far too late that he probably could have dressed in them and had more people believing that he was the current rightful owner of the things he carried now. Instead he wore dark trousers with boots that reached up to the middle of his calves that had a healthy amount of wear and tear to them along with the color being faded to a dirty brown. He wore a simple white shirt with a vest over it to tuck his pocketbook into as well as a clock so he wouldn’t be missing his ride out of the city. Callum’s curly hair also looked as though it could use some grooming and the wild dark brown curls had been hastily pushed back from his face to bounce around awkwardly at the top of his skull. As Callum continued his unhappy walk he was nearly toppled over by two women, one of which looked almost as irate as he did. They also looked like they had more than a few coins that they could spare. Callum was about to jump on that opportunity and started to roll out the clothing he’d been given as payment but neither women paid him any mind at all. They simply continued on by while one of them complained about thieves and the like. Again Callum frowned and let his annoyed eyes follow them until they were far away from him. Had they been referring to him as being a thief? Those stupid, worthless cows probably had never worked a day in their lives and they dared to call him a thief! Even if he really was now was not the time to be known as one when he had things that he needed to be getting rid of! The desperate pirate turned away from the pair and continued on down the street looking inside of every window that he passed by. Many of them had dresses and other fancy things but many of them also looked like they were run by… the same kind of people who had rejected him already. He was ready to give up on his search and just throw the stupid things into his captain’s cabin when he finally stopped at a window that looked like it could be just the place he could get a deal at. Not that many shops were looking to purchase anything and it was supposed to be the other way around… but Callum liked to argue that he had gotten his hands on some exotic things! The dresses he held now were surely expensive or something like that. Why else would they have been being shipped over to other countries? And if they were as impressive as he imagined them to be then Katarina would have a lot of explaining to do to him when he got back to the ship. Deciding that it would be worth the try, Callum swung the door open and tried to put on his best polite smile. He was greeted nicely enough and he felt a bit of hope overwhelming his annoyance with his captain. The young man strode up toward the counter and dropped the folded clothing on it before him. He almost wanted to beg the man to simply take it away from him but decided that he at least needed something for them… unfortunately Callum wasn’t always as graceful with his words no matter how many times he recited something in his head. “Please tell me you’ve got a moment to consider buying these things,” he murmured with a shake of his head. Then he bit at the inside of his lip, deciding he needed more than that. “Uh… you see… the Lord I am coming here for just had... er, is suffering from the loss of his late daughter. And he needn’t keep her garments around. Bittersweet reminders and all, you know.” [/style]

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[MIRABELLA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 585 ( TAGGED ) CALLUM ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Mira watched the customer stroll across what little space there was between the door and the counter that her father had built himself. Usually stores didn't have counters, mostly chairs or tables that people could set things on. But her father always thought that a counter was more professional looking. She assumed it was so he could walk about barefoot without the customer being any wise. Regardless, it didn't take long for this newcomer to reach the counter and lay down a pile of garments. Just what we need, a peddler trying to swindle money from us. Or worse, a thief!

[/color] Mira kept her mouth shut though, not wanting to agitate her father anymore then he already was. Besides, standing behind the counter with him, gave her the opportunity to turn the man on his heels if he tried anything.

She looked him over, debating on what his occupation was. He dressed decently, not well enough to be the actual owner of the garments he was trying to get rid of. But he had said he was selling them for his Lord. Mira held back a scoff. The man was tall, probably not much older then she was, and aside from her official judgment of him, wasn't bad to look at. His curly brown hair reminded her of her younger brother's, always a hard thing to manage without pins and wax. And her brother wasn't one to offer up his head for her pins and wax experiments.

She watched her father start to inspect the clothes before a loud crash was heard from the back, followed by the whispered cursing of her brothers. Rolling her eyes, she started for the curtain that separated the back of the store from the parts that the gentlemen and ladies were allowed to browse, but her father stopped her. Saying he'd take care of it, Mira was left to deal with the stranger at the counter. Sighing, she turned, offering him a small smile that mostly said Don't mess with me.

Picking up the first piece, Mira nearly sighed at it's texture, it was soft, yet sturdy. A pretty color too, something she'd only be able to look at and not wear in her life time. "Your Lord must be rather wealthy. These clothes are very nice.[/color]" She absently moved through the layers of clothes, not giving the man much more then a glance to make sure he wasn't eying something to steal. "Was she an only child? No cousins to give these too? Seems a pity that they should be sold instead of kept in the family."

She set aside a couple pieces, mostly things that she would try on later to see what it felt like, but they were also decent. "Then again, I guess if he's rich, it wouldn't matter much.[/b]" She chuckled softly, it was dry, without any real humor, but it was all part of the act. Seem as though you're truly interested in what they have to say, they just might buy something. After a few more minutes of touching and smoothing out each garment, Mira sighed and looked up at him.

Staring him straight in the eye, she put on her business face and leaned against the counter. "How much were you looking to sell these for, eh?[/b]"[/div]

Don't mind at all! :D Sorry it's a bit short.

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[CALLUM AUGUSTUS ASHDOWN]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]662 WORDS FOR MIRABELLA sorry for the wait! i had a bit of a muse-less day or two there. DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Callum leaned forward as he watched the man behind the counter start to examine the clothing. Even Callum’s eyes looked over the garments curiously when he moved the fabric since he’d never actually taken much of his time to even see what they were. The youth’s concentration was broken in an instant though and he hoped back a step when a loud crash sounded in his ears. Both of his eyes shot up toward the direction of the noise and then quickly went back over toward the shop owner. His eyes narrowed, curiously so and not maliciously in the least, when he heard the curses sounding from somewhere in the back. He remained silent while the man started for the back and handed the responsibility of Callum over to the young woman standing off to the side. Callum then turned his eyes over slowly toward her. Somehow, he got the feeling that she was not going to be as easy to please. Callum did not even bother with grinning back at her and settled for letting his eyes look her up and down in one quick sweep. Then he looked back to the clothes he had brought and frowned profusely. He’d never get rid of the stupid things! At first, Callum didn’t bother watching her or even consider that she was now looking the clothes over. His mind was busily trying to think up a backup solution to his current problem. If he couldn’t get anyone on the street to buy them and he couldn’t get anyone in a shop to buy them… then what in the hell was he supposed to do with a bunch of dresses! He couldn’t take them back aboard the Dawn Rose! That would get him into loads of teasing that he simply did not want to put up with! The young man already was pushed around and laughed at for being the youngest on the ship (as well as the butt of every joke, it seemed). If he brought those things back he’d just have to throw them overboard or something. Then someone on the ground could freak out with the joy of having clothes drop on them he guessed? Again Callum was pulled away from his thoughts when the woman spoke to him. He lifted his eyes slowly toward the dress that she was holding and halfheartedly nodded. Callum didn’t doubt that the person who had once owned the things was indeed very wealthy. Pirate ships didn’t exactly go after peasants, after all. A noise sounding most similarly to “um” started to come from Callum when she asked about the fictional daughter and her fictional family. Thankfully he did not have to come up with any kind of excuse and again found himself nodding in agreement at her assessment. “His family doesn’t like him much,” Callum murmured and his brows furrowed thoughtfully. “Gets his nose into too many other people’s business if you ask me.” He shrugged, deciding that if he didn’t shut up his fake Lord was going to start sounding a lot like his own father. His eyes met hers when she looked up to him. Callum’s expression was still thoughtful and now looked even more perplexed than it had been. He didn’t want to sound completely stupid but he also had no idea of how much these things were worth. He didn’t know the first thing about clothing and what was all the rage and what was just a stupid bunch of cheap dresses. These dresses, he could assume, probably were not cheap but that didn’t mean they were damned dresses from an empress. But the young man tried to put on his best business face right back at her. “Well…” he started, trying to brush the uncertainty away from his voice. “What do you suppose they’re worth? I mean, if you saw them in a window would you think they were…” He shrugged. “I suppose I’m just asking what you think.” [/style]

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[MIRABELLA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 382 ( TAGGED ) CALLUM ( STATUS ) COMPLETE He seemed endlessly nervous. As if he had the hounds at his heels. Mira kept herself from looking at the door to see if any guards were out there waiting for him to leave. She expected there weren't, but if her suspicions hadn't been enough before, they were certainly confirmed with his last comment. Not knowing how much something was meant one of two things: 1) You stole it. 2) You're stupid. And he didn't necessarily look stupid to her. Her eyes stared into his for a few more moments before she grunted. Very attractive she was sure, but the boy wasn't giving her much of a choice. She was a gypsy, her family was branded since their birth as thieves and hooligans. If she accepted these clothes, she'd be living up to London's high society thoughts of her. But if she didn't, she'd be missing out of some wonderful pieces to hang up in the store window. And it was bare at the moment. Her fingers never stopped touching the fabrics, the velvets and silks were a new sense to her, considering the things she normally wore made of cotton and wool. "I tend to not look in windows, or at prices. I'm not a girl of high society.

[/b]" She tried to keep the disappointment from her voice, her eyes lowering to the counter once more. She picked up a dress, deep purple in color and made of velvet with lace linings. She wondered how it would look on her, then fought the urge to hold it against her and twirl in a circle. Instead she plopped it in the pile of garments she found particularly pleasing and waved her hand about a bit as she thought.

"I'll give you twenty pounds for the lot of 'em.[/b]" She knew they were worth a bit more then that. A great bit more. But she was betting on his itching need to get rid of the things, and not wanting him to find out just how poor they really were. She could afford to give him more, but starting low could benefit her.

She leaned against the counter, offering him a pretty smile, "What say you, eh?[/b]"[/div]

no worries on quick replies. :D Sorry it's so short. Dx

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[CALLUM AUGUSTUS ASHDOWN]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]512 WORDS FOR MIRABELLA i dunno what to put in this note part .-. hahaha. DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Was he stupid? Jesus! What was he doing? He didn’t know what he was doing and that was the obvious flaw in his lack of a plan! His internal panic managed to stay just that though while the outside remained somewhat calm. It was still obvious that he truly was perplexed by this whole dress selling thing but Callum was trying his damn best to make sense of it. It was just a pity that he hadn’t any idea of how much these things were worth (or anything about them for that matter) and was also quite unaware of whether or not she believed his story. If she thought he was liar then she was not showing it. Callum offered a halfhearted grin and shrug at her words. He probably could have guessed on his own that this blond woman was not someone who was, well, any kind of overly wealthy human being. She was dressed simply from what he could tell and surely in comparison to the women he had seen outside… Let’s just say it truly was obvious that she would probably not be someone who went shopping with abandon around the streets of London. Not for anything like the things that he was offering to her right now, anyways. Still, the woman worked here at a shop so surely she could give him some kind of estimate! Obviously she could. The trick would be trying to tell whether or not she was trying to buy the things cheaper than what they worth. The crappy bit of that was that Callum wouldn’t have any clue. That thought almost convinced him to admit defeat and walk away. Twenty pounds? Callum bit his bottom lip and looked down at the bunched up dresses on the counter before him. Really he did want to simply be rid of the things. A good sum of money to go along with that would be wonderful though and twenty pounds would be enough to get him a proper reward for what he’d done on the ship. Either that or he just didn’t care for it anymore and was starting to feel an unnerving pressure building in his chest. Without any more hesitation, the words slipped from his lips carelessly and he shoved out both of his hands to push the garments over toward the woman. “Twenty pounds will do it,” he told her quickly. He added an awkward laugh and brushed one of his hands through his curly brown hair. “Suppose he’s got more than enough money lying about anyways!” Was this making him look even more awkward? Callum was sure starting to feel more awkward. But, in hopes to keep her from being tipped off, he turned his green eyes away from her to look aimlessly around the shop. Callum really did not work very well under this kind of pressure… he was a terrible actor and could be unbelievably fidgety. He nodded to himself then and murmured “that’ll do” as if still trying to convince himself that he had just made the right call. [/style]

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