no church in the wild [rap]

[Gabriel Hawke]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] - The scent of this town was unbearable. There wasn't anything appealing going on and everything was always as quiet at church mice. Centurea wasn't always like this, so pleasant and dull. Even after the soldiers were buried and the such, the mafia ran a muck. Like the darkness they claimed anything and everything in sight. If there was any sort of profit to be made it was seized and placed under Hawke control. It felt like just yesterday when his father was in control. And even though Lucifer wasn't much of a father figure, he was Gabriel's father nonetheless and he looked up to him as if he was some great shining star. Today was the day that he would make that old mule finally happy. Appreciation was never given in the Hawke household; it was only earned. And being the son of the man in charge led to Lucifer having hopes beyond comprehension. Before he would go off to make his father happy, he needed one invaluable item - a ship. That was the main and only way that he would be able to cross the vast sea and explore other lands. And for the most part his expertise in boats were little to none. So with that came the first piece of the puzzle that he needed to assemble - a shipwright. He needed someone who knew the in and outs of ship like the back of their hand. And a strong sense for adventure certainly was beneficial. Orange flyers had been placed all around the town in hopes of finding someone worthy. The elderly disapproved of his actions. They were put off and disgruntled by the fact Hawke and pirate stood so proudly in the same sentence. The other adults pretty much laughed at the notion of pirate dreams and the restoration of a crumbled family. He waited inside of the only bar in town, the exact rendezvous spot that he had placed on his flyer. With a single glass of alcohol remaining on the table, there was a lone chair across from him. Those around him whispered and avoided him as if he carried the black plague in his breathe. But that was fine as he hoped someone would show up. They'd know soon enough that their was no church in the wild. made by renni

[atrb=valign,top] i am the maniac, i am the ghoul. i am the shadows in the corner of my room. NOTES: -

[RAPTURE VOLTAIRE]

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try to copy me, just like this. The things she managed to get interested in were often looked down upon by her family, not that she really cared, she would usually do the opposite of what they asked in the end. This time might have crossed the line for her family, as she had taken an interest in becoming a shipwright, and somewhere along the way she'd managed to become a pirate... if she could even be called one. At her age, she had no use for her parents, she pretty much ditched them when she was sixteen. For whatever reason, Rapture had decided to wander around the oh so lovely Centurea, her heels lightly scraped against the ground with every step she took, almost as if she was forcing herself to walk around. Stopping to take another look around where she had ended up, she blinked quite a few times with a very blank expression on her face. An odd orange colour had stood out, as opposed to how dull things usually looked, that or maybe she just liked how that orange looked. Whatever reason it was, she made her way over to the orange paper and stared at it with a rather bored expression. Well it was bored until she actually read what the paper said... someone was looking for a shipwright. With a very faint smile, Rapture ripped the flyer from where it had been and shoved it into the messenger bag she always carried. This shipwright spot belonged to her, she would make sure of that. The flyer had the location of where she was to meet this person, even though the location name was familiar, she didn't realize she was going to be heading into a bar. This realization had hit her as she stood before the very entrance to said bar, she stared at the building with her usual blank expression and somewhere in the back of her mind she thought maybe she should just turn around and leave. What fun would that be? Without a second thought, Rapture entered the bar, taking a good look at the bar once she was inside. It wasn't anything special... well so far nothing was special in this area, in fact, she never found anything to be 'special'. Bummer. As she looked around, she noticed a single person sitting with an empty chair before him and others seemed to stay away from this man. She could only assume this was the dude looking for a shipwright. Going off that assumption, Rapture nonchalantly headed over to the empty chair and invited herself to sit, once she had made herself comfortable she gave the man her usual dead stare. coded by rapture

[Gabriel Hawke]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] - It almost seemed as if the call for a shipwright wouldn't be answered. A full hour had come and gone without that of even a hint of hope. And the smug looks from the patrons weren't something that Gabriel found welcoming. He really wanted to rip someone a new one. But with the jerks all clustered here the number ratio wasn't in his favor. And there was a pretty thick line between heroics and stupidity that didn't need to be toyed with. Gabriel sighed before taking another hit of the cheap whisky in front of him. It looked like he needed to go to another town in order to find a shipwright. His knees buckled and he prepared to stand up in order to get out of this cursed bar. But just as he felt the need to rise, a blond woman felt the need to do the very opposite and sit directly across from him. With a blank stare she must have believed she had started a staring contest. Though with her being a woman and strangely quiet it never occured to him that she was here in order to become his shipwright. In fact, he had believed her to be a woman who indulged into too much alcohol and was looking for someone to pay off her tab in exchange for a good time. After a bit the silence would be broken with the firm voice of the long maned youth. "I'm pretty sure this is a bar and not a brothel. I'm not interested in anything you would have to offer so scram" he lashed. He had no clue of her true intentions and the silence she gave him wasn't helping. made by renni

[atrb=valign,top] i am the maniac, i am the ghoul. i am the shadows in the corner of my room. NOTES: -

[RAPTURE VOLTAIRE]

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try to copy me, just like this. His reaction to her sitting was rather amusing but at the same time, she already had a strong urge to hurt him in someway. Despite her desire to to hurt him, she shook the thoughts away from her mind and focused on why she was really there. Not really wanting to say much, she simply reached into her bag and pulled out the orange flyer, placing it on the table. Rapture simply glanced at the paper then quickly allowed her gaze to fall upon the man once more. "I prefer ships to brothels any day." Despite being spoken in a monotone, the phrase had a hint of sarcasm and maybe a bit of hostility behind it. "I'm a shipwright, not some prostitute." That time she held a more serious tone in her voice, probably in some attempt to let him know how serious she was about being a shipwright. It didn't take long, but her gaze fell from the man's face to the table. Her interest and attention was starting to wander, as it usually did when she was growing bored or slightly irritated. "You're the one looking for a shipwright, are you not?" Yes, she had just assumed this was the guy looking for a shipwright. Not sure if it really was him, she decided she'd ask, probably a bit late but she asked anyways. Suddenly, Rapture had reached into her bag and pulled out her sketch book and pencil, almost acting as if she were alone in the area. A habit of hers was showing right then and there. Once Rapture got an idea for ship in her head, she had to at least sketch them, later she'd get into details. Opening the sketch book to a blank page, she skillfully and quickly began to sketch the image in her head. Sure some of the ships she had imagined were pretty out there, but she had a few good designs as well. coded by rapture

[Gabriel Hawke]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] - It was rather unexpected when the female took the orange flyer from her belongings and slapped it on the table. So unexpected, that he had switched places with the female and silence engulfed his entire speech temporarily. She certainly was getting places with that assertive manner of hers as she told him that her affinity for ships overrode that of carnal brothel desires. It seemed that they were on the same page, even if she was joking. Following that, she would claim to be the very piece that he needed to start his journey. But for Gabriel this was still a bit much to tell. He had thought the shipwright would be some over sized burly man with dirt crammed beneath his fingers. But to the contrary, it looked like this shipwright was that of a delicate young woman, most likely around his own age. In the midst of it all her head would drop and fall to the brown wood of the table. For a moment he felt bad that he hadn't respected her choice in occupation no matter how strange it was. He wanted to apologize, but that wasn't something that really happened often if at all. "Yeah I am. I was expecting some old guy or something. Do your parents even know you're here trying to do this?" This all seemed a bit mysterious and out of the ordinary of course. So it was up to Gabriel to figure out how exactly a young woman had stumbled on the desire to become a pirate over a model or trophy wife. "What's your name?" he questioned hoping for a response that didn't revolve around sarcasm. But it seemed like he would be ignored as she begin to sketch something. "Hey! Don't you hear me talking to you girlie!?" he'd growl, hiding his curiosity for whatever that was coming to life on that tablet. made by renni

[atrb=valign,top] this is my new hideaway, this is my tomb. this is my coffin! NOTES: -

[RAPTURE VOLTAIRE]

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try to copy me, just like this. Her habit of sketching what she saw in her mind when she saw it could be a pretty bad one at times, and this time it probably was. She had gotten an answer from him, and he had asked her a question. His words were loud and clear to her, but she was too caught up in trying to finish her sketch before she lost the image. Only a few moments later and she had managed to finish the sketch, carefully placing the pencil on the sketch pad, Rapture glanced back to the male. She had debated on whether or not she should even say anything, but she figured if she didn't he'd probably get annoyed or something, "My parents don't matter here. My name is Rapture, sorry for not being some old dude." Allowing her gaze to fall back to her new sketch, she began to observe the little details on it and with her pencil, she'd write little notes next to a few parts while others she circled. "The things I choose to do are my decisions and nobody can tell me otherwise. I probably don't look it, but I am a good shipwright." There it was, the monotone again, there was also a clear lack of emotion in her eyes as well, though she was more or less focused on the details of her sketch. With a light sigh, she placed the pencil back down. Yet another impossible ship. "And you are?" She asked the question as if she was the one searching for someone, but she didn't really care at that point. He had mistaken her for a prostitute, so she decided she wouldn't be as friendly with him as she would with any other person. Not that she was ever friendly with anyone else anyways. coded by rapture

[Gabriel Hawke]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] - If Gabriel could withdraw his words from earlier, he definitely would have chose too. Usually it was easy to understand the emotions of others, but Rapture could've been an emotionless plank for all that she was exhibiting. The only thing that separated her from a lifeless corpse. She discarded the mentioning of her parents, making Gabriel wonder if she was trying to become a runaway. It wasn't like he was interested or fully invested in her just yet. But for some reason he felt like she was trying to "escape" from something. "It's fine. You're a better sight for the eyes anyways Rapture." he stated sharply concerning her gender. Her name was pretty odd and he couldn't tell if that was actually it or if she had given him one of her nicknames. Either way, there wasn't much of a point in asking unless he wanted to hear her zombie-like speech. "The things I choose to do are my decisions and nobody can tell me otherwise. I probably don't look it, but I am a good shipwright." Whoa, talk about independence. Everything that Rapture said never helped him confirm his choice in her. In actuality, it made him a tad bit more worried every time she spoke. If he did recruit her, who's to say that she wouldn't jump ship at night. If she didn't care much about her parents, then as a stranger their relationship could probably end up even worse. "Gabriel Hawke." He had given her his name for her own name. The words on her lips were cold and lacked the heart. But it wasn't anything that he hadn't been experienced to before. What he needed was a shipwright, not a friend. The latter would come over time if she ever opened up a bit more. "What did you just draw?" he prodded at the sketchbook that she didn't let him see. She had problem drawn some picture of him that made him look silly or the such. made by renni

[atrb=valign,top] this is my place for unrulyness, no worries, I love the darkness yeah! NOTES: -

[RAPTURE VOLTAIRE]

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try to copy me, just like this. Rapture gave a slight glare at his little comment about her being a better sight for the eyes, followed by a little roll of her eyes. At this point, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to survive another minute with this guy, but then again that was just the little voice in the back of her head telling her to go home. Wherever "home" was. It didn't really take long, but soon she had gotten an answer to her question, in her head it was more of a mini demand since she had given her name. Not that he'd asked for it in the first place. Gabriel. Such a nice name for someone who looked as scary and intimidating as he did. She wondered if regular people feared him solely because of his looks, maybe he had that personality to go with it? From what she saw, he kind of did. She looked down to her sketch book as he asked about what she had drawn and simply flipped to the first page, showing a sketch of a ship. Beside the sketch were little bits of her writing, giving more detail about the ship she had drawn. "Whenever I get an idea for a ship, I draw it as soon as I can. Some are impossible to make, and others can be made with a little work." A simple explanation about her drawings of these odd looking ships. As if she trusted him, she pushed the sketch pad towards him just in case he wanted to look through her sketches. She was doubting that he would be able to even understand her or her ideas at this point, seeing as she was pretty much a dead person and her sketches were full of life and crazy imagination. How ironic, she thought it should have been the other way around, but if it were... she'd have boring ship ideas. coded by rapture

[Gabriel Hawke]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] - The compatibility between the two was unnerving. It seemed that no matter what questions he raised or decisions he came to, she definitely didn't agree. Either that or her body language was ridden with bad vibes. He was one of those isolated from others but it didn't seem that even he matched her. So to be honest, he didn't really know what to expect with her. All that he desired was to just get his ship and be on his own way. There were goals that needed to be accomplished and remaining here wasn't an option. Just before he began to speak, Rapture began telling her details about herself and her sketches. It seemed that her memory wasn't photographic. Instead it must have worked just like a dream. As soon as you woke up you had to jot it down, or else you risk forgetting it all. And with a simple push, she would push the very item towards Gabriel. Somewhat surprised he looked at what she had sketched, it was far from ordinary and overly fanciful. It seemed that he wasn't talking to the average shipwright. His fingers would run over the page and flip to the other ones, taking in the view of her ships. It seemed that there wasn't anything common in her ideas. Everything looked individually new and fresh. Nothing was repeated throughout it all and it was quite astonishing. "Wow. This is actually pretty good." he stated still absorbed in her work. He continued to look at all of his pictures though his dialect wasn't idle. "So, what are you running away from?" he stated sharply with his focus on her sketches. He had got the feeling that something was amiss when she spoke about her parents. The thought had remained in the back of his head all the time and he would revive the subject. "I'm not taking anyone on this journey with me that I don't trust." made by renni

[atrb=valign,top] it lives inside of me eating whats in its web, i put black spray paint on my windows during the day NOTES: -

[RAPTURE VOLTAIRE]

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good bye, baby. She was sure to keep her eyes on him as he flipped through her sketch book, probably looking for any sign of interest in her ship designs. After a short moment, she decided to take good look of where she was. Allowing her gaze to hop from person to person in that bar, she didn't seem to care she was pretty much the only woman in such an area. Oddly enough, she ended up making a pretty silly face, keeping her mouth shut, she puffed her cheeks slightly. What he had said about her sketches had finally pulled her from her thoughts, and as he kept looking he asked her yet another question. What was she running from? For a while there, the question itself had confused her and when she had thought about it, a small smirk played at her lips. He thought she was running away from something? Funny. Rapture simply shook her head in response, but noticed that he was still paying attention to her sketchbook. He mentioned that he wasn't going to take anyone he didn't trust, and at that point she was assuming that he thought she was running away from home or something. As if she was still a child. "I'm not running from anything.." she began, "to say the least.. I was, in a sense, disowned because I chose to do what I wanted instead of becoming the perfect daughter my mother wanted." She seemed to have no problems what so ever when explaining how she came about to be on her own. Even to a complete stranger, it's not like they knew her family entirely anyways. With a slight shrug, Rapture stared at Gabriel, "Done yet?" she droned. The question could have been directed to the fact that he had been asking quite a few questions, or to see if he was done looking through her sketchbook. coded by rapture