Sarah Tintagyl Posted April 25, 2010 Report Share Posted April 25, 2010 [i]Sandakan, Borneo, Oceanic Protectorate Hotel Noumea[/i] The Hotel Noumea was home to a rough crowd, located just above the harbor of the town of Sandakan, the tavern hosted a wide array of ruffians from across the Indonesian Archipelago, Southeastern Asia, and Australia. There were ex-military soldiers, pirates, prostitutes who swarmed the tavern to make a quick mark, dollar, yuan, or yen from the people gathered there to drink. Four men were always stationed behind the bar, each with a holstered pistol at their side, while men sat with the wenches upon their laps at the tables and on the stools. In the corner of the tavern however, within the shadows sat another figure who had sat alone since the beginning of the night, at one point one of the more rambunctious men had come over to the figure and attempted to bring it out into the light, he had received a sharp dagger near his face and retreated back to his poker table. Now the population of the Hotel kept a wary eye on the figure, but instead kept their minds to their alcohol and their card games, not the piercing gaze of the black veil covering the eyes of the figure. The figure chuckled as at the top of each hour the tavern would explode in a wave of violence and brutality as pirates attacked each other over petty differences, victory in cards, an insult to one of the whores on their laps, or just the fact that it was easy to take advantage of a drunk. With a glass of wine and a silver plated pistol beside that, the violence never approached the seated shadow and it never moved, only waiting for the fighting to die down for a moment and listen to the music and talking return to its normal volume. However, around five after one in the morning another figure strode into the tavern. She was tall, her blonde hair was messy, and her clothes seemed a bit dirty as well. But from the time that the woman entered in, the veiled figure never took its shielded eyes off of the woman, fingering its glass of wine intently. The figure pointed at the bartender and then at the woman, the bartender would know what it meant. Sitting down at the bar, the women would be approached by one of the bartenders. "I'm sorry to bother you Miss, but the...uh..." The bartender looked over to his left. "...person in the corner would like to buy you a drink, your choice." And if the woman chose to look back, the figure would nod before turning its attention back to its wine. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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