Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20130724090620/@comment-124.168.101.54-20130809042118

OOC- I presume this is not a private party? Jane Hook and her persistant first mate shadow, Esmee. I apologise in advance for Jane's rudeness, her opinions of your characters are not mine, she's not terribly kind.

IC- The pause in conversation provided the adequite drama for her entrance, perfectly unplanned, buch such things happened when one carried just a little of Neverland with them, caught in the folds of her blood coat and tangled in her thick black and red hair.

She was late, which was exceptionally normal, as she had forsaken wearing a watch on account of the accursed beast that haunted her family. The ticking awoke such violence that most houses that fronted the wide seas of Nevernever took the keys out of their clocks, allowing them to wind down, telling time by the use of sundials and dandelions.

Her bootheels clacked across the floor, unashamed, and she paused only long enough to choose the chair furthest from the near a gaggle of- in her opinion- completely inconsequential others. She would have spat on the floor, but that would have been bad form. Instead she took out a case of the most marvelous narcre and pearl, removed a lollypop, unwrapped the plastic with a one handed dexterity one had to admire and popped it her mouth, fixing each person with a calculating look, pausing only slightly longer on Bathilda.

It was moments later when a cheerily plump girl came barelling in, two bags stuffed full on her back, her little round spectacles slipping down her nose.

"Pardon, Pardon please, everyone!!" She wheezed in a distinctly Irish accent "We just lost track of the time! Happens a lot, see? Lady Jane doesn't like watches, you know, makes her frightfully angry, it does."

She placed a fine crocodile skin satchel next to Jane, who didn't even seem to notice the new arrival. She then hesitated, standing awkwardly beside her Captain, twisting her skirt nervously

"So uh... You're all dead?" She winced at her own bluntness and tried to rectify it straight away "I..I mean you're all going to die." Another wince "Oh,I mean, well, we're all GOING to die, but you all sooner and more horribly than..." She trailed off twisting her skirt even more, glancing nervously at her Captain, who remained motionless "What... I mean is... is... Uh... Captain? May I leave now?" She squeaked

Jane remained still, pale eyes wickedly amused by her first mate's faux pas