chance // pink / closed

[LOGAN GRIMMSCAR]

Logan pushed his way past a younger man, his interest driving him to a specific shop. The logo outside was of a blacksmith, but in the background lay a ship. A shipwright's factory no doubt. See, a little while ago Logan had owned a boat, a small one but it still did the job for when he wanted some travel. However, his last voyage went downhill. The ship smacked into some rocks which drove themselves into the hull and beyond. The damage was fairly extensive but Crimson had held onto the vessel.

Heading into the story, he looked around for a moment before continuing further. The interior of the building was nice, well looked after and cleaned. He hadn't been able to find someone so far, so pushed himself further into the building. Hopefully he could find someone willing to fix his vessel so that the hunter could move on and find haven elsewhere.

"Hello!? I'm looking for a shipwright!" He yelled down the hallways toward the back workshop. His own curiosity had piqued at the entrance, why would you have such a long entrance and no receptionist to tell people where to go. He nimbly walked along, waiting and hoping to hear back from anyone. He was wearing his typical black pants, held by a belt, with a large red hoodie on his shoulders. The hood of the hoodie sat on his head, the red material covering his features well.

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[Claire Summers]

[atrb=cellpadding,30,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background:url(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/15865368/nd/00009k2x.png);width:350px;border:1px solid #dfdfdf;border-radius:60px;] CHANCE [Logan/Claire] WORDS 261   TAGS Logan Grimmscar   NOTES What a large bounty! The shipwright was singing to herself a commonly known pirate song that she had heard from previous customers and she walked down the hall and through a door. As she opened this door she pushed the door into an unsuspecting passerby with blonde hair and a red hoodie. This door just clipping his rear end most likely as she walked out with a wrench in hand at the time. "Yar har, fiddle di dee, being a pirate is alright to be, do what you want ‘cause a pirate is free, you are a pirate!" As she said this she closed the door behind her and noticed the boy in the red hood. Her attire was of usual standard, the white tank top that hung loosely over her slightly curvacious frame, a pink bra barely sticking out in certain places and a pair of rather unflattering pants with many pockets. A series of belts and buckles kept a large variety of tools on her waist and on her hands were a pair of large heat proof gloves. On her head was a bandana and over he eyes were ofcourse safety glasses. Taking a moment to think she approached him, with his rather rugged and carefree look she knew immediately that he was definately not a marine. "Hi there, can I help a fellow pirate?" Claire's look was rather innocent and she held the large wrench over her left shoulder to take off some of the weight. Awaiting a response from the man she looked directly into his eyes, "He is kinda cute..." table made by greyson of ote

[LOGAN GRIMMSCAR]

An upbeat tune flowed through the air seemingly coming from nowhere, he hadn't seen any device of some kind or any personnel around, but slowly it got louder as he approached a door. His hand was about to reach out to open it, when the footsteps were noticed as a background to the tune. A swift step to the side caused the bursting door to fling past his figure and reveal the cause of all the noise. The blonde girl that entered the room stopped and looked him up and down, while he himself did the same. He was surprised at the amount of gear she managed to carry on her frame, but figured a tradeswoman needs her tools right?

He brought his eyes back up to hers, looking into them for a moment. He recognized the tune, but not the face. Although there were plenty of pirates in the world, he could recognize most in the area, unless they themselves weren't considered to have bounty worth attempting at. He let the fact she was what he hunted slide for now, and smiled at her. Raising his hand he scratched at his head as he tried to remember what he came in for. It took a minute, but when he did he spoke out.

"Ah yes, I'm after some repairs to a ship of mine. Small vessel but the hull has been pierced pretty bad. I have her outside down at the docks if you wanted a look before settling anything."

He looked at her hopefully, he knew of another workshop in the area for shipwrights but didn't trust their work. His first preference was where he stood, and although he'd run into a pirate, he still knew they could put out good work. Just because you had bad habits and occasionally got in trouble, didn't mean you had no skills. Looking at the girl, he figured she had a few from the range of tools and general wear on them. He took a quick glance and looked at the over-sized wrench, he hadn't seen any that big before, but ships were big vessels.

"So how did you want to continue?"

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[Claire Summers]

[atrb=cellpadding,30,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background:url(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/15865368/nd/00009k2x.png);width:350px;border:1px solid #dfdfdf;border-radius:60px;] CHANCE [Logan/Claire] WORDS 261   TAGS Logan Grimmscar   NOTES What a large bounty! Claire's ears perked up immediately at the thought of fixing a ship, her expression changed entirely turning from a serious glare that stared him up and down in order to size him up into a goofy grin which showed that the girl was actually quite nice. She leaned over for a sec as she reached behind back, hand just below her waist she reached onto the key chain hooked on the back of the belt. Unclipping it from the metal hook she pulled out the set of keys and began to fondle through them trying to find the right one. "If you'll just follow me, I'll get my tools and we can head on out to fix your boat." She said as she beckoned the blonde man over to follow her, going back towards the entrance in which he had entered just moments before she took a left down a very small corridor like entrance to a sealed off door. Placing her key in the lock she said casually to cause conversation; "What kind of boat you got?"

[/b] The girl's question was rather blunt and upon opening the door Claire reached in and grabbed a backpack, metallic scraping sounds could be heard from within.

Her muscles tensed from picking it up showing that it was obviously quite heavy. Putting it on her back she then turned around and would head outside with the rather attractive male. "Lead the way cutey." Her tone rather sweet as she gave him a playful little wink. As the two would head for his ship she would send a sudden question his way. "Also if I may ask, you don't seem like a pirate as no pirate has manners like yours. What kind of person are you anyway?"[/b]

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[LOGAN GRIMMSCAR]

The sudden shift in her mood caught Logan off guard for a moment, his immediate thoughts went to bipolar, but he figured such a commitment to a job could bring about excitement for the work. He wasn't sure what to expect, he knew she was a pirate, but could she figure out what he was? He had no markings on him indicating otherwise and from his clothing it was apparent he wasn't a marine. He wasn't going to admit or deny being a pirate, nor a bounty hunter so hopefully she would just drop it and he could get his ship fixed by someone skilled. The girl pulled some keys out and fiddled around with a bunch, trying to find the right one. All Logan could do was stand and wait.

"If you'll just follow me, I'll get my tools and we can head on out to fix your boat." Logan looked at her puzzlingly, with the amount of tools he could see on her person already, he would have assumed it would have been enough to build a ship from the ground up. Regardless, he followed her down the hallway to the locked door, and saw the backpack she pulled out. "What kind of boat you got? He paused for a second while she adjusted the backpack and got herself ready.

"It's a yawl, I've no idea the real extent on the damage but we'll find out I guess" He replied, chuckling lightly towards the end. When she was ready she announced for him to lead the way, in which he nodded and gave her a quick smile before turning to the exit. Just after they'd made it outside and were walking along in the sun, another question, "Also if I may ask, you don't seem like a pirate as no pirate has manners like yours. What kind of person are you anyway?" This caught Logan off-guard. He was hoping she wouldn't follow up, but now that she had, he didn't plan to tell her the complete truth, just part of it.

"I'm not a pirate, sorry to disappoint"

[/b] He laughed, pushing back his hoodie to reveal his hair for a first. "Let's just say I'm a good guy." He offered, the explanation was rather open ended but he hadn't had a chance to prove himself worthy of trust, but was he really? He didn't have much of an intent to capture the girl at the time, but he hadn't thought it over completely. She didn't seem like the usual vicious pirate you met.
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[Claire Summers]

[atrb=cellpadding,30,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background:url(http://dl.dropbox.com/u/15865368/nd/00009k2x.png);width:350px;border:1px solid #dfdfdf;border-radius:60px;] CHANCE [Logan/Claire] WORDS 423   TAGS Logan Grimmscar   NOTES What a large bounty! A yawl, a small sailboat to say the least the blonde had thought about it's structure for a moment, the fact that he had no idea on how much damage had been dealt to the boat made her immediately believe that this man knew nothing of being a shipwright nor any knowledge on the structure of such marvelous creations. As she walked her mind focused on the yawl till she had finally began to think about the boy again, by now they were around half way to the docks. Taking in a deep breath as she struggled a little with the backpack she walked to the side of the man and Claire asked the question about what kind of man he was. She saw a little hint of emotion on his face as she had caught him off guard nothing too major but it would make her wonder. His response was what really made her worried, "a good guy huh? Sounds fishy to me for someone to just outright say that... I'm gonna keep pushing this till he tells me what he does." She was obviously suspicious as she narrowed her eyes at him as he attempted to laugh the situation away. The fact that he hadn't denied being a pirate earlier also made her nervous, she didn't like where this was going. Still contemplating on what she would say next Claire and the individual would arrive at the yawl, sure enough nothing special and the damage wasn't beyond repair either. The shipwright and pirate took off the backpack she had before and rested it upon the dock in a convenient location in which she would be able to easily access her tools while she worked on the ship. Claire pulled off one of her large wrenches from the back of her belt and pointed it at the man with the red, hooded garment and said with a rather stern look on her face. "May I ask, what do you consider a good guy? Also, I have decided that I'm not going to work on your ship and repair it unless you tell me what kind of profession you really have." She was rather nervous because his behaviour was odd, the girl knew she could protect herself but was hoping that by doing this he would be inimidated enough to tell him the truth, if she heard something that satisfied her desire for an answer she would then jump onto the ship and begin assessing the damage up close. table made by greyson of ote