RP:Need a Hand?

Summary: After a lesson in stupidity, Sidd finds himself on Rynvale Island. He wanders into the Jolly Roger to come across Leoxander and Eleanor fixing up the place.

08/04/2017

The Jolly Roger

Leoxander wouldn't waste too much time doing nothing in that seat. He glanced around at the other broken seats in need of repair, or disposal. He looked toward the stage that might still have the drum kit in tact. Then at the back of the bar counter with shattered glass, once etched with a skull and crossbones. But he knew the blasting sand technique as well as he knew tattooing, once he got a new piece to fill the space. It would all start with a moment, and even if he was wallowing in frustration and nightmare, he felt that moment rise. The Jolly Roger needed to live. So the toil began. He walked over the crumbled glass for now to pick up the broken furniture and throw it into a pile for salvage or repair. He paused at moments to take a drink of whatever Eleanor had found still in tact in those green bottles. "Why don't you tell me more about what you had in mind for this ship?" That question was tossed out idly as he mustered the strength to begin cleaning up that warehouse that meant so much to Leo.

Eleanor didn’t know anything about how the word ‘Fox’ was affecting Lita, but she did spare a curious glance in her direction, seaglass eyes narrowed subtly in curiosity. When the vampire making her departure, though, El toasted her with a glass-raise, before edging her attention back toward Leo. Tipping back what was left of the rum, she moved away from the bar, unwinding the cloak from around her and tossing it over the bartop. Underneath, she still wore those black cut-offs, her cerulean vest with the midriff pieces tucked into it along the ribs, and her thigh-high black boots. Pulling her hair up into a messy bun, the spell-rogue moved to join Leo, picking up anything that needed to move into a pile as she regarded his question. “Bin checkin' it th' harbur lately,” she revealed, her full lips twisting into a sly grin. “There's a lot ay activity, but those damn patrolmen --” Beat. “Weel, Ah was thinkin' ay hirin' a local crew tae help tak' doon a body ay th' cargo ships 'at comes in, afair it's able tae actually gie in.” It was just an idea for now, details to be smoothed out as she thought of them. “We'll need tae either fin' a schedule ur hae a lookit. Somewhaur jist it ay scope ay th' port authority.” Another broken chair was tossed into the pile before she turned back toward the wolf. “We'll use 'at ship tae fin' Th' Eternity.” And to smuggle basically anything they could fit in its hold/hidden compartments. And for general pirating. “Coods gie us a whole fleit.”

Leoxander tuned an ear toward Eleanor as he found the strength to work. "You'd be surprised if there wasn't somethin' goin' around here." He commented that lowly as he tossed another broken chair into the pile of salvage, but he would find someone if he couldn't figure it out on his own how to repair those spade-marked stools. It was that name, 'The Eternity' that gave him a pause to look at her. "You're really wanting to fin' her? Maybe she's bloody loss... for a reason." He threw that chair a little too hard as he made that comment, into the pile. Then he thought about it a bit. "A new ship wouldn't be... terrible."

Sidd had no idea what in the hell he was doing. Exploring, mostly. This whole world was new to him, and seeing as his way home was completely cut off, he might as well make the best of it. First on the tour seemed to be the Jolly Roger. There was just something about it caught the vagrant's eye. Maybe he could find work, or just get something to drink; Then again, he could be walking into the last place he'd ever see. The dangers in Hollow seemed numerous as he had come to previously find out. Entering now, he took two steps forward and stopped, a moment taken to survey the surroundings and those that occupied the area.

Eleanor nodded slowly, understanding the taint that corrupted Leo's words. "I'll believe 'at when th' Underdark glows wi' its ain sun," she snorted, smirking. "Ay coorse aam gonnae fin' 'er. Ah tauld ye Ah woods. jist loch Ah tauld ye eh'd gie ye tae Rynvale, didne Ah?" She paused suddenly, celadon eyes shifting away from the pirate wolf toward the newcomer. The warehouse doors had been left opened in the wake of Lita's departure, letting just anyone come inside it would seem. For Sidd's benefit, he'd find the two of them working on clearing out debris in what was obviously once a thriving establishment but fallen on hard times and in need of some serious tender, loving care. The spell-rogue's left brow slowly rose, and she clucked her tongue at Leo, jerking her chin toward Sidd. Her voice dropping even lower, she said to her mate, "Looks loch we've got company, loove." Straightening and moving slowly away from the pile of furniture in need of repairs, the guild leader eyed Sidd like a predatory eyed its prey. "Hm, whit dae we hae haur?" came the rogue's thick brogue, tongue rolling through the R's with the slyness of a fox. Assuming him to be lost, she asked him as such, "Ur ye tint, hm?"

Leoxander lifted his head, first to give Eleanor 'that look',. then to take a look at their first customer, while they were still cleaning up the mess of a destroyed environment. But there were a few bottles, and he had taken into account of their inventory. "Whiskey's all we got, mate." He wasn't going to deny the patron of Rynvale. Rynvale was not the same as when he had left. And perhaps this was the first of many who would pave the way to a better existence. Leo was no bartender, but he'd make an exception tonight, righting a still in-tact stool before he moved behind the counter, doing his best to ignore the smirk from his lover. "So... shot or double? Or you just here for the scene?" Which... that scene wasn't grand. A grand mess is what it was.

Sidd stared blankly as Eleanor first. That had to be the thickest accent he had ever heard. Well, maybe not. Scottish Mike was pretty bad- and his non stop twenty four hour drinking didn't help matters. It took a moment, but he finally grinned and said, "Nah. Just, out for a stroll. Explorin' this piece of land and this looked like an interesting spot." To Leoxander his eyes would light up. "Whiskey? Aw hell yeah. I'll take a double!" Quickly rummaging through his pants pockets for some gold coins, he followed up by asking, "You guys have a nasty brawl in here or somethin'? Place looks a little wrote off. Must have been one helluva party. Hah." Sidd shifts his stance, slinging his backpack over the other shoulder as he made effort to step forward. "Or are ya's doing the renovation thing? I can like, come back later if I'm interrupting the workflow."

Sidd makes coin coins equal gold coins. Because typos are bastards.

Eleanor eyed the glint of coin coins (because reasons), before her smirk was now thrown back toward Leo. "Make a dooble fur me tay, loove." There was a paying customer - the whole point of renovations, right? Hell, they'd take his coin coins any day. Sashaying back toward the bar, she pushed herself up on its dusty surface, crossing one leg over the other before digging into a pocket. Pulling out an herbal cigarette - hey this was a break right? - she pulled out her matches next, lighting it up as she waited for the whiskey too, shooting Leo a wink from her vantage point. Slowly, though, her celadon twins returned curiously to Sidd. "Yeah, somethin'," came the spell-rogue's nebulous reply, her smirk turning a shade crafty. "Sae, Ah tak' it yoo're nae frae aroond these parts?"

Leoxander answered Sidd slowly. "Something like that." Whatever was put on the bar was taken, as he couldn't quite put a price on what he had available, nor give any change and expect a tip. But a double was probably worth more than the kid had in his pocket. Leo's nose twitched. He was a g'damned human. In a place that could easily get him killed. "What're even doin' here, kid?" Not that he had any place to question any business at the moment, but Sidd was not what he expected as his first customer. Eleanor's comment had him finding another glass, perhaps dusty on the bottom but clean in the middle, and he found some whiskey to fill with a drizzle of orange. Her question came just after his, so he listened for the answer as he passed the newcomer a glass, then slid Eleanor's in her direction down the bar.

Sidd 's measly collection of gold would prove Leoxander right. He was pretty poor. Being a jobless hobo does that to people, after all. "Hell naw. I'm from, uh, far... far, far. Far. Faaaar away. I just found myself near, uh, Larket? I think that's the name, a few days ago. Had been wandering a while after nearly drowning at sea. Was insane." He ran his hand through that matted 'hawk, glance shifting between the pair as he took to studying their behaviours. "After this sweet chick gave me a hand with some funding, I went exploring to find maybe some work or a place to crash. Just got off a ship not too long ago. Was hopin' to work for their crew, but the captain was a bit off in the head. I don't mess with that crap. I was just kinda wandering through when I saw this place. Curiosity and all." A light shrug was given as he took the glass of whiskey, holding out what was left of his coinage to Leo. "Speaking of, where am I exactly? Never got much info out of that nut job I was sailing with. Pretty sure he was gonna murder my ass.." He lifted the corner of his lip in disgust, "Or... something. Definitely would involve my ass, I think."

Eleanor took a drag of the herbal stick before passing it off to Leo, trading it for her new glass of whiskey. The double-shot was tipped back with ease, the fire-liquid burning down into her gut but it was a helluva lot better than the rum she was drinking earlier (in her opinion). When Sidd mentioned looking for work, she sent Leo a furtive sideglance, the spell-rogue's grin growing a bit. Edging that gaze back to the stranger, she offered up a lofty, "Whit sort ay wark ur ye lookin' fur, bairn?"

Leoxander narrowed his nocturnal eyes. He nearly fought a smirk. But he was still incapable of such a thing. He took what coin the human had but provided him with a double of whiskey, and a sealed bottle of water that didn't taste of salt, a rarity in Rynvale. "Tell me somethin', kid. What captain were you searchin' for?" He took whatever piece of cloth he could find to wipe down the dusted bar top as best as he could. "An' what exactly did you do to make him want to off you?"

Sidd thanks Leo promptly and tosses back the whiskey, mimicking Eleanor. He tried his best to not wince; It had a bit of a burn. "I dunno. Anything, really. Well. No murder. I ain't down for that skeevy sheet. But I'm a good laborer. Know how to swing a hammer. I used to be able to entertain as well, but I haven't touched a guitar in a long, long while." Leo was given another shrug, "I wasn't really lookin'. I was just kind of advertising that I needed work down at the docks in.. uh. Sen-something. And this old dude was like 'Aye laddy come wit me! Yaaar!" he chuckled. "So I was like. Cool beans. But the dude was off his rocker. Small boat, small crew. Something just wasn't right. As soon as we landed, I just peaced out as fast as possible, because I wasn't wanting to find out what they were all about."

Leoxander listened to Sidd for a long moment, most of his story, really. But then he suddenly... looked uneasy. He moved into the back room that would be called the kitchen, without warning.

Eleanor 's gaze followed Leo in his abrupt departure, her gaze narrowing as it trailed after him before he left her line of sight. Nothing was said on it, however, the spell-rogue returning her glassgreen eyes back toward Sidd. "Fur someain fa isnae intae skeevy mince, ye picked a skeevy part ay Rynvale tae explair." Considering Sidd's words a beat longer, El took a long drag of her cigarette, blowing it out over a shoulder, but her gaze remained on the stranger. "Main need a musician later, but if ye can use a hammer, ye can aye try tae repair those chairs." She jerked her chin toward the massive pile of half-broken chairs and tables that she and Leo had been amassing when Sidd arrived. "Plan tae open thes place up again suin, coods use puckle ... laborers." Her eyes flashed at the word, as if she was in on some joke.

Sidd lofted a brow as Leoxander made a swift departure. "Yo. He okay? Wasn't somethin' I said, was it?" He thought for a moment and then looked a bit concern. "Oh man. Do I smell like rancid hobo balls again?" Up went an arm and he quickly sniffs at his pits. They weren't fresh, but definitely not bad enough to make someone run off. Eleanor's lack of concern and next words would steal his focus and cause him to grin. "Ah hah. Well, I ain't surprised. That's my life in a nutshell. Always endin' up in the worst parts of town. I dig it, though. Average law abiding workin' class is a damn bore." Cool blues wandered over the pile of furniture, an bit of excitement in his voice. "Yeah? Really? Groovy! I mean. I don't need to be paid much. Just enough to not, y'know, starve. Maybe enough to get a place to stay. Crashing under bridges and in alleys kinda... sucks." Curiosity once more fell upon the youthful male as he asked, "So. A re-opening, yeah? This used to be some sort of hotspot, then? What went down to turn it into..." He motions to the mess. "..This?"

Eleanor took up the whiskey bottle Leo had found earlier, and poured herself a double-shot, gesturing with the bottle for Sidd to help himself too before returning the bottle to the counter. "He'll be braw," she replied in regards to Leo. Then, "As fur thes place - that's his story, yoo'll hae tae ask heem when he comes back." She bounced the topic back quickly to that of carpentry and other odd-jobs, her head lolling to the side as she took a slow toke, blowing the skunky smoke over her shoulder again. As she did so, though, the female's gaze remained fixed sidelong on Sidd. "If ye can gie at leest puckle ay those mended up tonecht, Ah can probably swin' fur a nicht ur two's rent fur th' inn," she offered up with a sly grin. "Onie further funds will come ance th' job is finished."

Sidd didn't take long to jump on that offer; He could use an actual decent night's sleep in a comfortable bed. At least he hoped. The bedding situation at the Red ogre was less than desirable. He swore that the inn keeper gave him the worst room of all, just because he looked like a dirty bum.. which was fair, because he had been, in fact, a dirty bum that evening. Pouring himself another small bit of whiskey, Sidd chuckled and stated."Ah hah. Seems to be a theme around here. people are tight lipped with the story tellin'. All gravy, though." Lowering his backpack to the floor, Sidd opened the top flap and pulled out a hammer and a small satchel of nails. Damn right he was prepared. As he had learned in another land, people are more apt to give you a chance if you're not needing to borrow tools for a job! A few paces, and he dropped to one knee to examine the damage on the chairs, both sleeves rolled up then to reveal just a slight hint of colorful ink that bled onto the forearm. "Oh, I'm Sidd by the way. It's nice to meet ya, and your guy pal!"

Eleanor would have to depart here. Most likely to check on Leo!

Sidd would work long into the wee hours of the morning, fixing up tables and chairs to a more usable state. He really wanted to showcase his ability and possibly earn himself more work.

~Fin