Northern Pier

[Administrator]

Going a bit out into the ocean. There are people walking up and down this pier constantly going to and from boats and ships or going out to see the view.

[celestia]

*New Day*

Célestia stood on the pier looking out at the beach. She adored this time of day when the sun was setting and its reflection sparkled off the water. The people and the noise they brought with them had left earlier in the day creating a more peaceful atmosphere. It was times like these she enjoyed most. She remembered when she was younger and her father would take her and her mother to Sao Joao on the weekends. Rockaway Beach definitely paled compared to the many beaches around Lisbon, but it gave a similar feeling and at this time of day, looked almost as beautiful.

[ghost1211]

* New Day * ( anyone welcome to join )

Anya walked toward the edge of the Dock and looked down at the water rushing below her. If she had been the suicidal type she could have easily jumped in and it would have been over.

She bent down and took her shoes off and set down on the edge of the dock and watched the ships out on the water. She liked it here she really did but she missed home. she missed having friends and a family that cared about her. She put her shoes next to her and stretched her toes out trying to reach the water. Of course it was going to happen but the girl could try. She set there for a while and watched the people moving cargo on and off the ships and watched the people walking around the dock looking out at the water.

She saw a couple of people that would have been nice to talk to but she stayed rooted to her spot. She had an irrational fear of walking up to people and starting a conversation. Which is probably why she had yet to make any solid friends. She let out a deep breath and finally just layed back on the dock and closed her eyes trying to picture Russia

[Amelia MacKenna]

(New Day)

It took her a moment, only a moment before she found a spot to sit down and enjoy the breeze. Honestly, Amelia didn't really care to much about where she was or what she was doing, nor did she actually care if the others in the points knew where she was. What did it matter? She did her job and moved on, simple as that.

Closing her eyes she let the breeze catch her hair, she leaned back on her hands and let the cold air dance. She had missed New York, but she wasn't so happy to be back. Whatever they had done or not done she didn't know why they had bought the old Racs building and made it something worth while. But she didn't care to ask.

[Prince]

((New Day... Again I guess))

Prince, or perhaps more appropriately, Mary Ann was out on a walk. Since she'd given up her leadership in Queens last summer she was trying something different. It was very strange, and very odd, and she didn't exactly feel safe, but she was slowly becoming more and more confident. She was wearing a dress, and to add to it, her hair was down. Over the skirts was her usual coat, and she was wearing her hat on her head, mostly to keep her ears warm.

Her head was held high. She was walking with strength and determination. She still had a bit of a manly swagger to her walk, but that was going to be hard to shake. She jammed her hands into her pockets and tried to keep them warm as she walked back towards the shore off the pier. there were a few boats docked there, mostly non commercial. The wind was at her back and she felt like she was her usual self, and not a girl. She was still taking extreme caution. She wasn't leave Queens dressed like this, she wasn't going to go to Brooklyn like that either for a while. Soon she'd need to figure something out though. She needed at the very least, a stable place to live. But for now, she was just hoping to make it home alive. Not that she was... too worried about it.