Post by Caedan on Jul 9, 2008 0:02:18 GMT -5
Caedan pads across the deck, one hand hovering over the weathered wooden railing as she paces by it. The teen seems content, if nothing else, madness held at bay by her familiar surroundings. Her opposite hand lifts to tuck a tousled curl behind her ear as she wanders away from the railing and lowers herself into a coil of rope, feet dangling off one side, head hanging out the other. A stormy gaze is turned upward, studying the fading stars, chased away by a rising sun, while her fingers drum a silent tattoo upon the scarred mast to her left.
Ethan emerges from the shadowy depths of the deck, a metallic glint the only thing that could alert one of his presence, as it slides rather nonchalantly into a sheath inside his boot. Though not a giant amongst men he does seem to give off the feel that he should be -lumbering- which causes it to seem rather odd when he carries himself in the steps of a trained killer; less surprising, likely, when one comes to learn that's -exactly- what he is. Teeth are half buried into the side of an apple - freshly peeled and skewered by the knife that had been previously present - and he chews out a hole while lingering, dark gaze soon enough falling upon the figure draped on a coil of rope. The chewing motion of his jaw halts, and a few moments later appears just behind Caedan's head, peering downwards at the upside-down girl (in his perspective) with a rather incredulous frown on his face and a very blatant look of pure irritation. In the middle of chewing he speaks, "Bloody 'ell."
Caedan cants her head at the sound of footfalls, though she does not turn to address the approaching party. One foot swings idly as she stretches, shifting ever so slightly when a shadow flickers to her immediate right. "Bloody 'ell," she mimics, tilting her head back so she can observe he who interrupts her pleasant respite. Of course, she suspected it to be Ethan, if only by the way he carried himself across the deck: poised, confident, a bit rough around the edges. "It may be poisoned," she states after a moment, one hand arcing upward to flick at the apple, though from her position, she comes no where close. "But we aren't there anymore ... so ... maybe not. Quinton says not. No. Yes, it is quite safe now, silly girl."
Ethan lifts the apple sharply out of the curious girl's reach - despite the fact that her fingers come nowhere near it. It's quite obvious the female gives him the 'willies', as it were, and he continues to stare down at her, the corner of his nose wrinkled upwards. "Wha' on earth are y'doing here?" The mercenary does not sound at all happy to see her, and when finally there's a vague twinge in his neck from staring down at her so long he shifts, grunting and moving the tip of his booted foot to give a hard nudge at the rope coil beneath her, "An' get off o' tha', you'll trip someone over."
Caedan bristles as the apple is pulled away, and her completely logical discourse is ignored -- yet again. "I exist here," she declares evenly, piercing stare matching his own, daring ... challenging him. She moves not an inch when the coil is nudged, only grasps each side with white-knuckled fists until his boot connects with the deck once more. Only then does she choose to abandon her less-than-cozy retreat, pulling herself into a stand in one fluid action. The troubled teen uses the mast as sort of a blockade between them, unkempt and dirt-smudged countenance peering out at him from behind the solid, wooden pole. "I exist here ... Quinton will not be happy with you if you send me away."
Ethan bites down on the inside of his lower lip, which in turn causes his lips to form a very irritated moue. He does not move as the psychic stands; though he's generally somewhat skittish around her he pointedly refuses to actually -show- it. Though he seems to be not one of the sharpest tools in the shed (keyword: seems) he does know that any attempt to rid this pesky girl would leave him without a job, and so with a vaguely sulky look he bites into the apple and simply grunts at her, "Give me reason to, n' don' think I won't." He sneers, so easily looming over her and as immensely predatory as per usual.
Caedan smiles a disarmingly enchanting smile before sidestepping around him, not one to be intimidated by his imposing figure. Instead, she gingerly reaches out, hand delicately placed on his forearm as she navigates the cargo-strewn deck. Once she's sure of her footing, she instantly retracts her hand, though not without making a pass for the apple. "You won't," she asserts, steel-blue gaze trained towards the horizon. And with that declaration, she dismisses him, for afterall, as deluded as she may be, she is rarely wrong, that realization infuriating in its own right, no doubt.
Ethan unwillingly finds the muslces of his bicep tensing sharply when the bare hand makes contact with it - but instantly the apple is lifted out of the way again and tossed to his opposite hand, where he takes another bite as if to spite her. However, he's not in a specific mood to bother her until she snaps - that's always good fun - no, instead, he simply glowers at her retreating form and turns, giving a quick nudge at the rope coils again and muttering something about the 'stupid moonbrained girl' as he makes his way in the very opposite direction.