[Forum Rp] The Chivay And The Sea

[Urahra 5781]

"What a pain..." Lorin Chivay says to herself, strolling along the beaches of the human island. She carries her slippers in one hand, the heels hooked over her middle fingers. Her toes sink into the warm, sun-baked sand as she walks, leaving soft footprints in her wake. The waves murmur against the shoreline, washing over her footprints and slowly eroding them away. Lorin stretches her arms and sighs deeply. "I thought that comin' t' visit Uncle Thomas an' Petah would be interestin', but their camp is empty half th' time. So borin'..." Lorin pauses, looking out over the blue waves and deeply inhaling the salty sea air. A breeze blows over the coast, ruffling her long, auburn hair. Lorin combs her fingers through her tousled locks and sighs, closing her blue eyes and folding her arms. The water rushed up onto the beach, submerging her ankles briefly before pulling out again.

 

Stooping down, Lorin picks up a stone and hurtles it into the ocean. It hits with a loud "plonk" and sinks. She pouts, kicking the sand. "Next time Uncle Tommy goes out, I'll make him take me with him," she resolves quietly, glaring at the waves. In her mind, she'd imagined Thomas introducing her to all of Oren's glamorous nobility. Tommy was courting a princess, after all! He had to know who was who in Oren. He'd take Lorin to all the fancy parties where she could eat expensive, rich foods and drink luxurious aged wines like a real lady. So far, there had been no parties. No beautiful women in silk and chiffon and no handsome princes astride white horses. Even worse, she hadn't even gotten to spend much time with her beloved uncle. Running an Order was serious business apparently. Tommy was always rushing to and fro like a chicken with no head. Lorin could have forgiven the lack of fancy parties and lovely dresses if Tommy just spent a little time with her. 

 

"If I wanted t' be bored, I woulda stayed home!" she shouts, grabbing another stone from the beach and throwing it into the water.

[Ford 1996]

Ford leans against the mull post of the Sarkozy bar, watching Lorin hurtle rocks into the ocean. He holds a smudged glass of wine in his hand, barefoot. He narrows his eyes as Lorin talks to herself, a look of, what seems to be a mix of, anger and disappointment. He leans off the post and staggers towards Lorin, setting his glass of wine down right next to the door, outside. As he nears her, he calls out, "Wha's a girl like you doing alone out here, eh?"

[Urahra 5781]

Lorin turns suddenly, looking up at the sound of the voice. She gazes over at the dark skinned man and a slow smile creeps across her face. She tosses her long mane of hair and saunters toward him, hands folded behind her back. "Well, hello there," she says, switching from her natural Chivay accent to the practiced 'ladylike' tone they'd taught her in finishing school. "I'm just strolling along the beach. Enjoying the day. What are you doing here?" Her eyes flicker over his brown skin and dark hair. She giggles. "I've never seen a dark skinned human man before. You are a human, right?"

[Mini Mordie - Mafia 234]

Mordecai Chivay pokes his head out from the Sarkozy tavern, looking to Lorin angrily fling rocks into the water. He inches outside and stands next to Ford, holding a puzzled expression. "Wot.. uhm.. wot she doin'?" He speaks to Ford, keeping his large purple eyes fixed on Lorin. 

 

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He watches Lorin approach Ford and him. His mouth curling up into a large grin as he begins to make out who the woman is. "Aha! Lorin! 'Tis me cuzzy!"

[Ford 1996]

Ford rolls his eyes at her question, having repeated the same answer many times again to others. He takes another step forward and clears his throat, "Has no one ever heard of the Southeron?" he says, obviously annoyed "Yes, I am very 'uman, miss. Are-Eh?" Ford stumbles slightly to the side, the effects of 4 wine glasses taking an effect on him, but he glares down at Mordecai with clear vision, amazingly. "Your 'cuzzy?'"

[Urahra 5781]

"Ah! If it isn't lil' Mordie, my own flesh and blood!" Lorin grins down at Mordie, putting her hands on her hips. She glances toward Ford, then down at Mordie. "This dark fellow your friend? "

[Urahra 5781]

((double post by accident. Sorry.))

[Mini Mordie - Mafia 234]

Mordie balances his small body on the toes of his over-sized work boots. He wraps his arm around Ford's arm, trying to assist him in staying balanced. He lets out a childish giggle. Looking up at Lorin. He nods enthusiastically, "Uh-huh! 'Tis 'ere is Ford!" Gestures to Ford with left hand. His right arm still hooked with Ford's.

[Temp 2006]

Temp emerges from the camp gates, a tired, nearly groggy, expression across his face. He moves across the bridge signaling to the unoathed within to camp to close the gate behind him. Temp moves off from the bridge heading toward the tavern when a drunken Ford emerges from the building. For a moment, he stares to Ford, eyebrow raised. He shakes his head, going to walk into the tavern when Mordie slips through the door as well. For some time, Temp simply stared to the gathering, before looking to the tavern. He'd originally intended to do a bit of gambling, but the huddle had managed to catch his attention. Sighing, he moves to follow the others.

[Ford 1996]

Ford stares down at Mordie for only a moment and then back to Lorin, crouching down to Mordie's height and leaning in closer, whispering, "Since when did you 'ave a cousin, Mordie, and why don't you ever talk about 'er?" Ford lets out a quiet cough and rests his head atop Mordie's, groaning.

[Urahra 5781]

Lorin beams down at Mordie, then curtseys to Ford. She dips her head and smiles at him. "Pleasure to meet any friend of my lil' cousin. Lorin Chivay at your service, sir!" She sticks out her hand for him to shake, but the gleam of the evening light off of someone's shiny bald head catches her eye. She looks past Ford, eyeing the bald headed man with faint suspicion. The incident the other day spring forward in her mind. The image of the same man slapping a halfling intruder sprung forward in her mind. Lorin's brow furrows. "Oi, Mordie. Who's th' bald'un ovah there?" Lorin's 'ladylike' accent fades, relaxing a bit more in the company of another Chivay.

[Urahra 5781]

((frick, another double post. My internet is crap tonight. Sorry.))

[Ford 1996]

Ford takes her hand and shakes it clumsily, letting it drop to the ground as soon as she lets go and he falls forward, his head landing right in front of Lorin's feet. Ford appears to be clearly drunk, and he lets out an even louder groan as soon as he lands face first into the sand, "I'm never g-goin' to tha' bar ag-again, dammit..."

[Temp 2006]

Temp shifts closer to the group standing roughly a foot behind Mordie and Ford. He maintains his typical quiet nature before extending an arm and flicking at the back of Mordie's head. His vision shifts to Lorin for a brief moment before moving to Mordie, "What's this o' another Chivay?"

[Urahra 5781]

Lorin jumps back as Ford lands face first in the sand. She coughs, waving away the spray of sand that he sends up when he hits. She grimaces, poking Ford's head with her big toe. "Erm, is he awrigh'?" She stoops down and grabs Ford's shoulders, trying to haul him back upright. "Ho there, fella, don't want t' go takin' a nap 'ere. High tide'll drown ye."