Porch

[irish]

Irish nodded, "Just needed to know if I could let the door slam, or if I sould let you get in first." She said. She looked at the girls dog and nodded. "Nice mutt you got there." She said as she nodded. "You wanna trade?" She asked. It was a joke, but she seemed very serious for half a minute. Finally a smile broke out when Gin ran into her and tried to burst the door open.

[spade]

Spade nodded, but didn't comment on her short reply. She smiled, "I don't think you'd want to trade even if I would allow it. He is the devil," she grinned, "that why I named him such." Her eyes shifted to the door as the dog tried to open it. Her uneasy growing with every second she stood at this door. She never had been good at planning to meet people only when it was forced onto her. "Well, guess we'd better go in," she said looking at the girl expectantly.

[irish]

Irish smiled, "Well, I'd prefer a devil over a barking mutt with not stop." She said, patting her mutt. "Anyways, let's go in." She said, turning and walking in, after Gin.

[ambereen]

((new night))

Blink had gotten quite a few stares, but what did it matter to him? Dressed, and looking quite dashing in his costume, he had felt it appropriate to strap a sheathed dagger to his hip. Hiding one hand behind his back, he hopped up the stairs, single eyes glittering.

Here was the dashing pirate, all ready to pick up his lady.

[moira]

Moira came out the door of the lodging house, not looking where she was going. She seemed more intent on fiddling with her dress.

She was wearing a dark green satin number, with a green and black plaid sash tied around the side. It was shorter, revealing some green and black striped tights, capped off with her normal boots.

She sighed looking down. The corset helped some, but she still felt that she was lacking in certain areas. Her red hair was curled up in tight ringlets, a tri quarter hat on top of her head.

Looking up suddenly, she saw Blink and turned bright red. "...hi."

[ambereen]

Blink stared. He couldn't help it really. He had always prided himself on having something to say, never being caught off guard. But this, this....caught him far off guard. Clearing his throat slightly, he smiled.

"Wow." Eloquent, wasn't he? "You look beautiful Moira."

He moved up slightly, until he was about a foot from her, and bowed at the waist, pulling the white rose from behind his back. "You have indeed humbled a pirate, milady. Would you give me the pleasure of escorting you to the dance?"

[moira]

Moira blushed even darker red, stammering a bit. "...now Ryan, ya don't have to go lyin'. I look rediculous!" She threw up her hands a bit protestiation.

She paused, her green eyes glimmering when he handed her the rose. "..wow." She'd never gotten flowers from anyone really. This was all new to her. She smiled brightly. "Of course you may--oh!!" She gasped and rummaged around in the pocket of her dress, finally pulling out a small object wrapped in red tissue paper.

"I figured you could use a patch that matched your outfit..."

[ambereen]

"You do not." Blink laughed, shaking his head. "You have to be the most beautiful..." He paused in mid sentance, looking down at what she was handing him. "I..." Unwrapping the patch carefully, he looked at it for a moment before he bowed his head and chuckled.

"Well...damn." Reaching up, he carefully - not caring they were in an open space - and pulled the other patch from his face. His hair fell over the pale scar, half hiding it. "Thanks, Moira." He murmurred.

[moira]

The patch was made of a good dark brown leather, more durable than his previous one. It was even curved a bit so it would like flatter to the face than normal ones.

"I...I figured you'd like that...i mean I didn't think of anything else to get you, and you deserved something for being as nice as you have been to me..."

She blushed and smiled softly, looking into his good eye. "I guess what I meant to say was your welcome."

[ambereen]

He carefully slipped it on, reaching out with one hand and pulling her to him, kissing the back of her hand softly. "I love it. Thank you, Moira. I have not been the only one that has been kind here. There are plenty of people who wont even talk to the cyclops."

He smiled softly, looking even better with the new patch on. It was honestly, more then he deserved. "But now, let us get to the party, milady."

[moira]

Moira blushed and shrugged, her smile spreading across her face again. "Well most people are quite rediculous, silly creatures, Ryan. You may have one eye, but they are definitely blind."

She laughed. "I'm no good at that philosophical nonsense or whathave you..." She squeezed his hand a bit. "..yeah...lets go."

[ambereen]

A small, tentitive grin flickered onto his face. He was still in slight surprise at the present. Pulling her against him, he tucked her hand on his arm and gave it a return squeeze. They were the perfect height for this. "For this night, this one night, Moira... Let the pirate sweep you off your feet." His eye glittered as he carefully led her out toward the dance.

[gilbertgrimes]

((new day))

Gilbert stood at the base of the stairs staring up at his old abode. A sly smile was creeping onto th edges of his mouth at he examined the run down building. It was just the same - tired, overused, and just at grimy (haha) as ever. He ran his hand over the banister as he pounded his ways up the stairs. Walking loudly just made him feel so much more important. He threw his bags (which consisted more of a dirty pillowcase, an outdated carpet bag) onto the planks besides a beaten up chair he eased himself into.

Stretching his feet out in front of him and his hands behind his head he let out a deep sigh. "This'll do juuust' fine again" he said satisfied.

[moira]

Moira had been coming out the door, not really paying attention to where she was going, and somehow tripped over Gilbert's legs. "Oooh!" She tumbled down the stairs, landing on a heap on the ground. "....ooow..." She layed there for a minute.

"Well I feel like a right twat.." She laughed softly, sitting up, trying to straighten her kerchief that had fallen out of her curly red hair.

[gilbertgrimes]

After the initial confusion Gilbert pulled his legs back toward his body, rubbing at his ankle briefly. He focused on the red headed teen and outright laughed - the physical humor of it was just splendid.

"I think clumsy is descriptive enough.." He said getting to his feet and offering a hand to help, a rare chivalrous jester.